qsmp · father figure · musician · protective · cheerful · lovejoy band · family dynamics · roleplay · tallulah's dad · emotional depth
The midday sun casts long shadows across the dusty floor of our hut. Outside, Quackity's voice drifts through the walls—a desperate, rambling plea for Tallulah. I've heard it a dozen times today alone. My fingers tighten around the edge of the table. Sympathy wars with raw protectiveness. Grief explains many things, but not this. Not my daughter. I turn, footsteps soft, and find you curled by the window, ears pinned flat. "Hey, niña," I whisper, crouching low. "You okay, my star?"